Er rannte zurück, sein Haar klebte an seiner nassen Stirn. Er riss die Türe auf. Sein Radio meldete sich und es wurden fünf Minuten bis zur Detonat...on angekündigt.Vor Theo stand eine Gruppe junger Frauen. Sie alle waren in mehr oder minder verrückter Kleidung, manche nur in schmutzigen Sachen aus dem Kleiderschrank, manche in fast etwas wie einer Rüstung gekleidet. Theo erhob die Waffe."Schnell, alle Waffen ablegen, ansonsten lasse ich euch nicht rein!" Die Baseballschläger, Gewehre und Rohre. ..filled with desire for her.I start to remove my jeans, but she takes over for me, and pulls them away. I'm wearing mismatched underwear, but she slides my panties off and she lets out what can only be called a lustful sigh as she eyes my trimmed landing strip.Quietly, and under her breath I hear her say "So the red hair is not the real thing, yes?" and I laugh."No, it's not, you silly girl, but I don't think that's going to bother you at all, is it?" No, it is not." She kisses me passionately. Thinking quickly, she decided this could be a good way to help throw a spanner in the works of the German regime, and if she was cunning enough, to get a measure of revenge on Germany, and the Nazi party. From there, and after a while, it was easy to convince her controllers that she could quite easily become a double agent. When the opportunity arose, and with Gestapo permission she defected to England, and offered her services, and during the next fifteen months soon proved her worth. Both. Shocley smoothed out her dress while Cindy gave a cursory glance in the bakery window’s reflection. Looking up, they saw an incongruous Danish windmill reaching for the hazy California sky. Warm, welcoming bakery smells wafted out the open door as they walked in. Greg could feel the hunger pangs grumbling through his stomach as he looked at the different Danish and cookies in the glass cases. ‘Butter cookies… I’ll take two dozen, please and a couple of those prune Danish and that cherry one….